determinate

how infinite my own stupidity, my own weakness, my selfishness

(-∞;+∞)

my name

идвам или си отивам

[идвам ли  нощем мъглива

напускам ли те с първи лъчи]
в студена пот по челото
завивки усукани
мисли усукани
бесни
отваряш - затваряш
без ред и без смисъл

зад всяка врата

откриваш едно и също

какво значи името ми

беше ме питал-

тази,

която сбъдва кошмари

аз съм.

another shadow

She died some time before she actually did. I watched her lose presence of mind, as she became ever more paper thin and opaque. Her shadow was so sad indeed, I couldn't make myself linger around, it was like moss started growing in my chest. Often I found her observing the cherry blossoms, I wondered why - did they remind her of a past self, or did spring ease her mind? If I ever asked, she never heard me.
The shadow called me to say she had bought me a red dress, she wanted me to come over and try it on. I was annoyed. I couldn't accept the dress or recognize the shadow I loved - now amorphous and desperate. I never went for the dress.
One day she died, but my heart never buried her.

the threat of choosing wrong

at the end of the long road, patience and perseverance left you with a heart too barren to feel happy again.

I miss

pining for the fjords
in Norwegian mists of green
deeply piercing the highlands
day and night inside my dreams

cold and bare as I found you
Northern sharp in pale hands
drips and drops of hardness melt
icy flakes they chip away
under every solid footstep
of the heiress of Nordic Freyr
comfortably numb, complacent
she appeared to stir your rivers
foaming in an effervescing rave
[...]
*need to finish this soon

Mr Mr

Not every ejaculation is a baby.

Much like not everything you ejaculate on a page is a poem.